Those of you that know me…or even if you just met me…know one major fact about me.
I like to talk. A lot.
I’ve heard a story from when I was a child. I had just seen a movie and then went to my grandparents house where I began to explain every single detail of the movie to my grandmother. I could tell from the look I was getting that I was talking too much. So, in order to get one more oh-so-important detail in there, I said, “Granny, can I just tell you this one last thing before you tell me to shut up?” Case in point – I talk too much.
I’m not saying I always go on and on and on talking forever while you’re standing there looking at your watch or trying to figure out a way to get out of this conversation. I know those people and [I sincerely hope] I am definitely not one of them. I like to think of myself as a very aware talker…meaning that I know when enough is enough and I don’t typically cross the line from interesting to god awful boring. I don’t think. Do I?
Regardless, I’m a people person. I like to chat – get to know people – joke around and share a few laughs – whatever. I always have been. One of my favorite things is to just have conversations with people [that I want to], no matter how long or short those conversations may be. It interests me and it keeps me connected.
Now, my fault – there are often times my talking interrupts my thinking. (Insert joke here about how you’re surprised I think at all…) But it’s true. You know those moments when your mouth gets away from you? I am that poster child.
But there are few moments when I’m left speechless. When I simply can’t find the words to explain what I’m thinking/feeling. I experienced one of those times last night.
“I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.” – Chaim Potok, The Chosen
I was honored to be asked to do a video promotion for an upcoming Fairness West Virginia event. [You should check them out by clicking on their name!] The company in charge of the media [the wonderful 84 Agency] came to Charleston and we shot the promo in the FWV office. I did what was needed – we had a great time and some [a lot of] mess ups that gave some good laughs. And then it happened…
I was asked the question I have heard so many answers to already – “What does fairness mean to you?”
Seriously, I have heard people answer this question a million times. I knew the answers – I knew how those answers also applied to my own life – but that wasn’t enough. Instead, after I cussed a little at them for asking me this question, I sat and stared at them.
With the camera rolling…I was silent…
You know those questions that sound so easy to answer…until you’re asked them? That was this moment. What do I think of when I hear the word ‘fair’? How does this apply to my own life? And – most importantly – why?!
I shared my answer. I shared how fairness means being able to love my partner and my child just the same. I shared how fairness means I can be who I know I am on a daily basis without regret, shame, or fear. Fairness is living in a world where this homosexuality “issue” is no longer an issue at all. [And trust me – that was *much* more eloquent than how I sputtered and spewed it out to them]
In that moment of silence, I was able to look at how the idea of fairness would shape my life – and I truly realized its importance. It’s funny – the millions of times I have heard these answers and I never took the time to *really* think how it would apply to my own life. And I doubt I’m the only one…
So, what does fairness mean to you? Feel free to share – there’s no better time to really think on that than the present. You’ll be surprised with what you find deep inside…